Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

"I hope I can be good friends with them." Caraline tucked her hair behind her ear. "It's obvious that you're just as stupid as they are. You must feel familiar with their behavior." "I can understand why you don't seem to want to attend this event." Deric tilted the wheelchair slightly, then looked at Caraline. "Is what they say about you true?" "Are you going to take revenge if I give you an answer?" Caraline turned her face to the side. Deric smiled. "I’ll never do that. I'm your husband and you're my wife now."

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

"I'm still so angry about what he did to me but I can't help but mourn about the death of our relationship. I had tried so hard to be a good wife to him that when I found out he was cheating I thought something was wrong with me. That I had some flaw that made him run into someone else's arms" "That's crazy, Vivian," Lily barked, her eyes blazing red at me "I told you before Vivian you are perfect just the way you're. It's not your fault that Wilson is a cheating scumbag. Never ever say something like that again cause there is nothing wrong with you"

he said, “When I first met your mother, it was at a party. I admit I fell in love with your mother the first time I saw her. We both had families. When Mikeal found out, he told me he didn't mind that I was having an affair with her. He even supported us being together. It didn't take long for her and me to fall in love. She had repeatedly threatened me with death to ask me to divorce my wife. Although I had thought about it, I was afraid that my wife wouldn't be able to handle the shock because she was sick at the time, so I refused her request. Then I was sent to Afghanistan to fight in the war, and when I came back, she had severed ties with me. Eva, many things are not what you think. Ab

Who knew when or how he would try to sedate me again. It slowly dawned on me how much I’ve been punishing myself and preventing me from being happy. Knox wasn’t the type of man that would tear a woman down, he instead was the man who went extra miles just to see you win. That was the person I should be with. Look at me! I’m in a hotel because I wanted to have a little peace. There and then I made the decision I work divorce Dante. He was of no use to me anymore and this would be my final strike of revenge.

The weight of the past pressed between them, thick as honey, slow as a storm rolling in. Maria exhaled, her fingers tightening around the crystal glass in her hand. “Let me start by saying I’m sorry for what I did to you.” Her voice held none of the saccharine sweetness of false remorse, just the raw edge of something real. “I shouldn’t have taken your husband. I regret it.” Elowen chuckled, low and soft, tapping a manicured nail against the porcelain of her cup. “No, you did me a favor by taking that garbage off my hands.”

“I mean, we talked about a few things, and I think it won’t be difficult to get the information I need from him.” Carolina’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned slightly against the counter. “See? It wasn’t that bad. And I’m sure if you keep up the act, you’ll get your perfect revenge on your ex-husband.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. My stomach churned, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in.

The air in the room was heavy and constrictive as Mr. Rodriguez's voice boomed, filling every corner. "I had always thought you were extraordinary-sharp and brilliant-but now you've proved to be heartless, Amelia. Avenging yourself on your sister over trifles.” Amelia's breath hitched, disbelief and anger warring in her chest. Her hands were shaking all over as she balled them into fists. "Petty reasons?" Her voice cracked, disbelief turning to fury. "Oh gracious Lord! Father, did you just call sleeping with my husband petty!?